Jacqueline's Reads: The Distraction (The Body Works Trilogy #2) by Sierra Kincade

The seductive story that started in The Masseuse continues...

Anna Rossi knows that opening your heart only gets you hurt. But Alec Flynn is just too good to resist…

It’s been three long months since Anna’s seen Alec, since he saved her life and lit up her soul with unquenchable desire. Being without him has left her on edge, but his bravery has motivated her to change her life and go after what she’s always wanted—a job where she can help people. She can’t wait to show Alec the woman she’s become in his absence, or to prove how much she’s missed him…

Three months away has done nothing to slake Alec’s need for Anna. Unfortunately, it hasn’t made his life any less dangerous. The last thing he wants to do is hurt Anna, but if giving her up is the only way to save her, he’s not sure he can do that either. He’s determined to have her for as long as he can. Except his past is creeping up on him faster than he knows, and this time he may not be able to keep her from becoming collateral damage…

4 WOW – Pins and needles Stars

I’m starting to really like this series. The series starts a bit rocky, but The Distraction, totally blew me away.

First off, I’ve been in a suspenseful kick lately, so I really enjoyed that element in the book. I also like that this was just about Alec and Anna.

The Distraction is a true romance story

The Distraction picks up where The Masseuse left off. Its three months later and Alec is coming home from prison. I really enjoyed the beginning. I thought it was cute reading Anna’s internal dialogue. She’s really nervous about Alec coming back and she wants everything to be perfect for him.

The separation is nonexistent and I love that. I can’t stand it when the main characters are broken up in the second book of the series.

Usually book two in series are filler books, but I didn’t get that with this one. From start to finish, it was just about Alec and Anna. I really connected to the characters and I understood their frustrations.

Alec and Anna care for each other so much, but there are so many obstacles in the way.

I don’t know everything about you, Anna. But if you give me time, I will

Everything in my life comes back to you. And if you think I give a damn about what anyone else thinks then you’re wrong.

Alec needs to testify in trial, but the threat of Alec being hunted down lingers in the background of the story. Anna is soon becoming a target based on her relationship with Alec.

I completely enjoyed it! Oh the chase, the hunt, the villains! I tell you, I love me some villains, the nastier the better and Sierra Kincade didn’t disappoint. Oh and the steam is amazing.

Throughout everything, the story goes back to the main focus, Alec and Anna. I love the relationship between Alec and Anna because they have the perfect balance of tension and passion.

Its new to me … Feeling like I deserve it like I deserve you. It’s such a big feeling, sometimes I don’t know what to do with it.

… with you, the one thing that feels safest is the one thing that scares me the most.

The Distraction is a great follow-up to The Masseuse. It’s completely polished, it kept me on my toes and I fell in love with Anna and Alec a little bit more.

I can’t wait for the next book.

An Arc was provided in exchange for an honest review

Alec laid me on the bed, kissing me in a long, tender way that pulled at my heart.

“Don’t move,” he whispered. He disappeared into the shadows and I rose to my elbows, brows creased in concern when I realized he’d gone into the closet. Surely he wasn’t there to get the rope. When I’d said I wanted to try again I’d meant I needed him, not that I was ready to be tied up.

He returned with two silk neckties—things I’d seen him wear when we first met. A lump formed in my throat as he sat on the edge of the bed, holding them in his fist.

“Alec, I don’t want to ruin any of your fantasies tonight.”

His thumb whispered across my cheekbone.

“You didn’t ruin anything,” he said. “I don’t have a fantasy where you’re afraid.”

His words eased my mind but not my body; I still shivered when the tip of one of the neckties tickled my belly.

“Stay with me a little longer,” he said. “I swear, I won’t hurt you.”

I nodded, knowing that he didn’t mean physically, but mentally. Still anxious, I laid back down.

“I did this wrong before.” His voice was soft and low, and wrapped around me like a warm blanket. “Let me try to fix it. If it’s too intense, just say the word.”

I considered this. “Okay.”

The silk slid up my shoulders.

“I should have asked for your trust first,” he said.

Goosebumps rose on the side of my neck as the tie passed lightly over it.

“You have it,” I said.

He trailed the material up the side of my cheek, and then slowly covered my eyes. As he reached behind my head to tie it, his lips found mine, and he kissed me for a long time, until the nerves scattered and in their place was something more demanding.

He drew back.

“I should have told you that I’ll bring you back from anywhere I take you. I won’t leave you, and I won’t let you go.”

I gasped as he lifted my left wrist. He massaged the tender skin at the base of my palm, then kissed it. His tongue flicked over the red marks and I jerked, hypersensitive to his caress.

I concentrated on my breath, but was unable to feel Bobby’s restraints binding me as the tie slipped around my forearm. I waited for him to lift my wrist over my head to fasten it to the bed frame, but he did not. As I felt through the darkness, I found that he’d tied the other side to his own arm, the knot loose enough to turn or slip free if necessary.

His fingers wove through mine, feeling their way over the pads of my fingers. When our hands clasped, I shuddered, feeling somehow more joined to him than I did with him inside me.

“Alec,” I whispered. My senses were more acute with the wrap around my eyes. I could hear every compression in the mattress as he moved, feel the heat of his body as he adjusted his position to sit beside me. Desire throbbed low in my belly. I became desperate to know where he would touch me next.

“I should have told you I love you, Anna,” he murmured. “Because I do. I love you so much it hurts.”

I stilled.

“I can feel you inside me.” He moved our clasped hands over his heart, squeezing tightly. “When you’re in pain, I can’t breathe. And when you’re scared, I want to kill the man who did it, even if that’s me.”

What he said slayed me. I wanted to take off the blindfold, see his eyes, but I didn’t need to. The truth was right there in his touch.

“Forgive me,” he said.

I couldn’t speak, my throat was so tight. Instead I nodded, and he rested his forehead on my shoulder. He kissed my chest, right above my heart. And then my shoulder, and then higher—at the base of my neck.

I siphoned in a quick breath. The softest touch there was enough to ignite my senses.

“Is this okay?” he whispered.

“Yes.”

He lightly pressed his lips just behind my ear and it felt like lightning zapping straight into my core. My back bowed, and my free hand squeezed the comforter. He shifted positions, and his tongue swirled just below my collarbone. The cool air did nothing to ease the heat rising inside of me. I began to pant, turning feverish as he held back what I needed. Feather-soft, his closed lips brushed over my shoulder, a brief whisper only. I quaked beneath him. My back dropped down hard enough to make the mattress bounce.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

He moved our joined hands, twisting his wrist so that my palm rested against the back of his hand. With our fingers overlapped, he drew a slow circle around my other breast. I pressed down, urging him to touch me more firmly, but he withheld.

“Watching you,” he said.

My cheeks flushed. “Do you like that?”

He guided our hands lower, and switched positions again, so that his hand was behind mine. When we reached his jeans, he pressed my hand over him, so that I could feel his answer.

His groaned as I reached for the button at the top of his fly.

“Not yet,” he said tightly. “Just let me touch you for a while.”

What happened next was like nothing I’d ever experienced. He felt me, every inch of me. With his lips. His tongue. His fingertips, and sometimes mine. Each kiss took me higher, drew me tighter. Time ceased to exist. All thoughts vanished. There was only my body, trembling from the inside out, throbbing with a need so powerful tears soaked the blindfold to my temples.

Sierra Kincade lives in the Midwest with her husband and son. When she’s not writing naughty books, she loves eating chocolate cupcakes, binge-watching cable series, and singing loudly in the car. She wholeheartedly believes that love stories are real, and you should never choose a partner who doesn't make you laugh.

A few of Sierra’s favorite things:

Bad boys with dirty mouths – English Breakfast tea with two packets of Sugar in the Raw – any movie or show with a choreographed dance routine – cinnamon toast – kids who say funny things – friends who raid her pantry without asking – bootleg jeans – making lists – old Garth Brooks songs – and of course, massages.

Twitter: @SierraKincade